taking stock

Hattori saw no reason not to take her word for it. Thus far Sayuri had proved that she was capable, wasn't the sort who required pestering or babying. Could be left to her own devices for the most part, an aspect Hattori appreciated far more than he'd ever say aloud. Content on leaving that topic for now, her listened to her following words, took in her report with aloof interest as they continued to move, winding and meandering as the stream did so. Getting wider as they approached the source but still too shallow for his liking.

Habari. He knew of that pack well enough and the name Klein bought a slight frown to his features. He didn't think of the Empire often, had enough on his mind as it was but sometimes he couldn't help but wonder.... The fact that Fireside was no more was certainly news to Hattori, enough to make him pause and thoughtfully tip his head in consideration. Last he knew the pack had been strong, a force to be reckoned with, so how had it fallen apart so quickly? With just a whimper that didn't carry on the wind. And more were to follow? What was happening over in Boreas? Surely nothing so terrible, or the influence would have reached Auster too.

Coming to a stop, Hattori soon found the cause of the shallow stream. At some point or another the rocks surrounding the spring had collapsed, folding in on one another and making it difficult for water to flow so freely. Something that could be fixed, thankfully.

"I see. Keen observations." He noted, as he hooked a claw beneath one of the rocks and aimed to roll it out of the way. Start with the smaller rocks and move onto the larger ones. "Here, pull that rock in the opposite direction. This needs clearing."

And a good thing he had a second set of paws to help.

"Fireside was on unfriendly terms with the Empire. I assume they are happy to see them gone."